Sorry, kids. I don't have the funny to give. Continued weirdness on the personal front. I won't dive into that inky sea here, though. Ideally it'll be on the mend in the very near future.
It was a busy weekend, though. Friday we bought the boys Halloween costumes. We took them down to Wal-Mart (how creative of us--I hope one day to actually work on making costumes with/for them, but at the moment time is lacking). In the days leading up to the weekend, they were gung-ho to be anything you named: a bat, a train engineer, a dragon, a super hero of any stripe. But they stood in the costume aisle rejecting every suggestion--Superman, Spiderman, a policeman, a lion, a pirate. It really was a superhero parade; if the boys had seen The Fantastic Four (and I'm lead to believe that, for their sake, it's a good thing they didn't, and that none of us did) and wanted to be one of them, we would have been set. All they did want to do was swing plastic swords around. Working off of that, we got them cheap-o little knight sets (breastplate, shield, helmet, and sword all pressed out of the same Grade Y Chinese plastic). They still don't seem interested in much other than whacking one another with swords.
Saturday was a birthday party for a couple of their wee buddies, so off we trundled to that. It was nice that there were other couples there, and a group of adults in general. I always become nervous when the kids outnumber me by a significant percentage and their native keepers are overworked themselves. The home we were in had an enormous playroom given over to toys and bouncing children. It's the most wonderful thing I've ever experienced in relation to the boys and I would instantly turn my office into such a thing if I had anywhere else to keep all my junk.
Today saw church (with an unusual and interesting service) followed by a trip to Grandma and Grandpa's house to make Halloween cookies. I don't recall making a vast, terrifying mess when we used to make them, but the boys have a real knack in that department. Nathaniel was intent on loading each cookie with the maximum load of sprinkles it could possibly hold; Caleb was intent on simply eating all the toppings directly from the bottles. Powdered sugar icing in every Halloween hue was spread everywhere. The results were, indeed, ghoulish, if only because a jack-o-lantern isn't supposed to have mismatched red eyes and a cat shouldn't look like it has a smear of blood splashed across its midsection.
They take after me, you know.
So I'm off to try and grade again, my constant zombified state these days. Pray that I succeed, both for my sake and those of my family, and so that I can get back to putting something else up here besides self pity.
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An "unusual and interesting" church service?
Pray, how so?
I heard it had to do with naked chickens. And copy machines. And very very well trained stoats.
I didn't mean to raise so many questions...
The service was led by a man who wrote a book about worship (whose name, sadly, I've forgotten, though he is the son of fairly famous hymn writers). He discussed means of worship throughout the bible and talked about the physical manifestations of worship--lifting hands, kneeling, etc. We sang hymns and such at various points. It thrilled Joanna (and probably would you too, Marilyn). I found it interesting, though I wouldn't want to do it every Sunday.
Chris, in your church, do they clothe chickens? How odd.
The church guy's name was Buddy Owens. His parents, Carol and Jimmy, wrote the hymns "Freely, Freely (God Forgave My Sin)" and "Holy, Holy," among others.
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